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About Osaka

Oh, and get this - suprised me big time, she’s droppin French phrases, like, “C’est la vie!” I’m like, whoa, cultured hooker alert! Made me grin, thinkin, “This ain’t your average street meat!” Kinda hot, kinda creepy - perfect mix. I’m ramblin now, but dude, findin a prostitute’s like peelin an onion - layers of crazy. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but it’s my damn story! “It’s showtime!” - and I’m lovin every freaky sec. What’s your take, huh?

A Guide to the Tokyo Red Light District

Right: Courtesan with two kamuro, one of whom Prostitutes Mitsuke a doll in her hands, walking along the porch of a Yoshiwara house with a blossoming cherry tree. A poem in a cloud .

After that chaos, I decide to take a breather. I head over to the Mitsuke Castle ruins. It’s a nice spot, but man, it’s like a maze! I’m wandering around, trying to find the best view. I finally find it, and it’s gorgeous! The cherry blossoms are in full bloom. I snap a pic for the ‘gram, and it’s like, “Wow, nature is dope.”

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